As with all things psychologists blame on childhood, my generally anti-social tendencies started when I was extremely young.
When I was born, I was born unnaturally pale. The medical staff freaked, and immediately rushed me into one of those isolation incubator things that hospitals have to try and keep babies from dying. I was kept there for a full 48 hours before finally seeing my mother.
As it turns out, there was nothing wrong with me, I was just pale. That’s all.
Of course, the damage was already done. Having been totally isolated from other human beings for two days straight, it was extremely difficult for anyone to get any sort of emotional response out of me.
In fact, I didn’t even smile until I was about nine months old.
By comparison, my sister, who wasn’t even… erm… cleaned off before the doc tossed her up for my mother to hold. My sister followed mom everywhere, and would burst into hysterical tears if she lost visual contact.
Me? I couldn’t care less. (more…)
